Patience and Self-control

* A gentle pull prompted her to slowly walk in that direction.* After a short distance, the pulling stopped.* She felt his hands securing something to the handcuffs.* Then without warning, her arms were suddenly raised above her head.* She staggered backward as the pulling continued.* Momentarily puzzled, Abigail soon figured out what had transpired; she had been tied to a large tree.* </DIV> <DIV>‘How well did she know this man after all?’ she thought.* A shiver of fear went through her body as she pondered her situation.
</DIV> <DIV>“Jonathan?” Abigail asked apprehensively.
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Silence was all Abigail heard in response to her plea.* She could neither see nor hear him, but was certain he was there.* She could sense his presence.* His eyes were upon her, watching her intently.* Momentarily, she felt his breath on her face … yes, he was close indeed.* His beard tickled her cheeks as it brushed her.* By the location of his breath, she knew his lips must be very close to hers.* She desperately yearned for him to kiss her and diminish her fears.* But the anticipated kiss did not come.
</DIV> <DIV>The dreadful silence made Abigail increasingly nervous.* Her legs began to tremble slightly.* ‘Why wasn’t he speaking to me,’ she wondered.* All she could hear was a faint rummaging sound.* She wondered what he might be trying to find.
</DIV> <DIV>Her mind snapped back to reality from a tugging on her white cotton blouse.* She felt the top of her blouse being pulled forward.* Then a cool pointed metallic object was placed against her skin.* It slowly traced the “V” of her neckline.* On the second pass, the object paused at the bottom of the “V” and quickly vanished.* As the pressure on her blouse relaxed, she realized the top button had been removed.* She felt the metallic object touch her chest, parting the material and exposing the top portion of her breasts.
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The next button of Abigail’s blouse was pulled forwarded and it too was removed, opening her blouse even further.* By now, Abigail had registered the metallic object to be a knife of some sort.* Wild, vivid images raced through her mind as he methodically cut each button from her blouse.* She wished he would say something, anything, but silence was all she received.
</DIV> <DIV>Abigail’s chest heaved as he parted her blouse with the knife.* Her breasts rose and fell with each labored breath.* He began tracing the outline of her bra.* She squirmed nervously as the pointed edge traversed her bosom.* Meticulously, he traced the top and bottom curves of her breasts before resting the blade in the center of her chest.* With a quick flick, the lacy material was cut through.** Abigail’s breasts were completely exposed as the flimsy material fell to her sides.
</DIV> <DIV>A bead of sweat trickled its way down her chest.* Abigail felt the knife tip as it lightly trailed across her skin, following the path of the droplet.* Instead of proceeding downward in pursuit, it stopped in the middle of her chest.* Once again, she breathed nervously, feeling it traverse her breast.* As the knife tip circled her areola, she took in a deep breath.* Unable to hide her excitement, Abigail sighed as the backside of the blade glided lightly across her nipple.

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